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| melody |
Posted - Mar 26 2012 : 3:03:24 PM
Today is Robert Frost's birthday~
One of my favorite poems by Robert Frost is "The Mending Wall."
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
"Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
"Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father's saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors.
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| Catherine L |
Posted - Mar 27 2012 : 9:41:37 PM
This is my favorite. If we are away from home and I am getting sleepy I always start quoting the last lines to my husband.
"Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening"
By Robert Frost 1874–1963 Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
~Cathy~
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| lisalisa |
Posted - Mar 27 2012 : 10:26:24 AM
ps - Melody, My husband and I are always arguing about the meaning of "The Mending Wall". And we've been married 17years! (I love that poem!) |
| lisalisa |
Posted - Mar 27 2012 : 10:24:27 AM
I was first acquainted with Robert Frost in 7th grade, reading "The Outsiders" by S.E. Hinton. (we won't get into the year...) Nothing Gold Can Stay, was the poem. Since then, I've been a huge fan, and my children all know that I will off-handedly quote a Frost poem, depending on the situation.
Favorite? It's like choosing your favorite child. They're all favorites! |
| Bear5 |
Posted - Mar 27 2012 : 08:12:10 AM
My favorite Robert Frost poem is:
Acquainted with the Night
I have been one acquainted with the night._
I have walked out in rain -- and back in rain._
I have outwalked the furthest city light.__
I have looked down the saddest city lane._
I have passed by the watchman on his beat_
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.__
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet_
When far away an interrupted cry_
Came over houses from another street,__
But not to call me back or say good-bye;_
And further still at an unearthly height,_
A luminary clock against the sky__
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right._
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Robert Frost
I absolutely love this poem, it stirs my soul.
Thanks for this thread.
Marly
"It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had." Elisabeth Kurler-Ross |
| FebruaryViolet |
Posted - Mar 27 2012 : 08:06:28 AM
I have lots of favorites from Frost, but the one I quote the most is:
A Minor Bird
"I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day;
Have clapped my hands at him from the door
When it seemed as if I could bear no more.
The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song."
I think of it almost each and every Spring morning when my husband gets up at 4:30 a.m. to close the window and mutters awful things about my feathered friends ;)
"Hey, I've got nothing to do today but smile..."
The Only Living Boy in New York, Paul Simon |
| GirlwithHook |
Posted - Mar 27 2012 : 08:02:30 AM
I love everything quoted so far--I'm a massive Frost fan (I used to have a complete collection of his poems, but it was lost in a move). Here's another special favorite of mine, "Hyla Brook":
By June our brook's run out of song and speed.
Sought for much after that, it will be found
Either to have gone groping underground
(And taken with it all the Hyla breed
That shouted in the mist a month ago,
Like ghost of sleigh bells in a ghost of snow)—
Or flourished and come up in jewelweed,
Weak foliage that is blown upon and bent,
Even against the way its waters went.
Its bed is left a faded paper sheet
Of dead leaves stuck together by the heat—
A brook to none but who remember long.
This as it will be seen is other far
Than with brooks taken otherwhere in song.
We love the things we love for what they are.
A hook, a book, and a good cup of coffee.... |
| SpyChicken |
Posted - Mar 27 2012 : 07:33:43 AM
"The Road Less Taken" is hanging on my wall-definitely my favorite! |
| melody |
Posted - Mar 26 2012 : 6:33:12 PM
Yes...Diane The Road Not Taken is also a favorite of mine!
Melody |
| Sheep Mom 2 |
Posted - Mar 26 2012 : 6:18:04 PM
The road not taken is my favorite too!
Blessings, Sheri
"Work is Love made visible" -Kahlil Gibran
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| Fiddlehead Farm |
Posted - Mar 26 2012 : 4:55:32 PM
My favorite:
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I marked the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost
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| oldbittyhen |
Posted - Mar 26 2012 : 3:50:42 PM
My Dad gave me this book many years ago, it is a collection of Robert Frost Poems titled "Versed in Country Things", which also is the title of the first poem in the book, along with wonderful black and white photos by B. A. King. I don't think I could pick just one, I think I favor them all...
"Knowlege is knowing that a tomato is a fruit, Wisdom is not putting it in a fruit salad" |
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